Day Seventeen
Ever in the long dark,
Cloud blanket filtered,
Refined through separation,
Silver light on knowing repose.
Refined through separation,
Silver light on knowing repose.
A Fiction
This evening I silently drift In the pleasant fiction of peace Here upon the very field On which no end of battles Have been waged In ...
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